Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skarface. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.